Flood
You called my heart a winter rose
surrounded by the cold,
knowing when the next flood will come,
but it always smells sweet
my thoughts have heard your call
oh you wait to see when my hope will return
a diamond in the rough you´ve like to call it
you are like a revolving door
it shuts out some glacial air,
but it is so fast
almost like a glimpse into something unexplored
so there is always a little danger
so I wait
til you´ve seen just enough
to become my flood
Copyright © Mike Loewenrosen | Year Posted 2022
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